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STOP! And Listen.

You know, if you just listen, stop everything you do and just take the time to listen every once in a while, women will reveal to you what they truly want in a man and a relationship without any of that feminazi propaganda.

Surfing random blogs lately i found this gem from a female blogger “The Dandy Gal,” an older post, but still carries a valuable lesson.

In her post she lamented how a certain man she was seeing never took the lead and be a man so to speak. Here’s the SMS conversation she posted with her notes

Him: Free tomorrow?

Me: Ok. You are not working?

Him: Should be.

Me: Ok. Let me know again. I should be free after 4pm.

Him: What do you feel like doing? [strike 1. if you ask me out, you better have a good plan]

Me: I don’t know. We’ll talk when you confirm that you can meet.

Him: Arh? Can’t we discuss it now?

Me: I’m lazy to plan for something that may not happen. Why not you decide instead?

Him: I’ll leave it to u. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 2]

Me: I don’t like guys who push decisions to girls. Very un-manly.

Him: I’m really easy-going. You can decide. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 3]

Me: I don’t mean that as a compliment. I don’t know why guys are exchanging roles with girls. They want girls to make decisions now. Sigh.

Him: It’s ok. Haha. Whatever. icon smile Men are Wimps[gone case!]

There’s nothing i can add to help elaborate the texts, its all clear in plain black and white. I think she’s from south east asia, which explains her rather un-orthodox english.

In her post she goes on…

I don’t know why he added those smiley faces. It irritates me even more.

Someone should just knock some sense into men. It’s NOT the first time that I’ve accounted such wishy-washy nonsense with a human that has a dick.

What is happening???

Get this clear. No matter how independent a lady is, she still need aMAN. Not aWIMP.

She’s quite deliberately, against the shrieks of all feminazies in the world, revealing what turns women on.

It’s an age old concept in the halls of blogs like mine, but it never hurts to be reminded of the little things, the fundamentals

You could go through Roissy’s AKA Chateau and find some gems in how to text like a man, Here’s one

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Calling her “Boss” will dry up her clam!

I had an interesting conversation with an old work friend of mine, she’s one of the few that gets it, so we often talk about social dynamics and biomechanics while giving examples of our everyday lives.

On day she tells me: “Lost, I hate when guys talk and refer to us as their ‘Boss.’ I’m not your boss, i never want to be your boss, do you have any how much of a turn off that is?”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, she’s right. I remembered a time back in my youth when i always referred a girl i was dating as the “Boss” things inevitably went south pretty quick, at first she took it lightly, sort of as a joke, but as time progressed, she was getting more and more put off by it to the point of starting arguments which carried a tone of resentment. I had failed as a man, i had failed to lead her in our relationship, to take the reigns so to speak. I had no idea of this phenomena, i always thought to myself “what? isn’t that what women want? to be in control and lead their own lives?”

Obviously i had more problems than just calling her the boss, since i was actively living behind that mantra. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Sounds familiar?

There is an important lesson to learn from all of this though, is that it never hurts to take charge in a relationship, to lead the way, just don’t stop leading.


The End of Civilization

Alright, since i’m lazy towards this blog and it takes me such a while to post any current events that they are now old news, i’m finally jumping on this Anti-Tawkify bandwaggon.

I’m not even going to give the site satisfaction by linking to it.

So you should all know the premise of this site by now. Old over the hill with nothing to offer in a relationship who rode the cock carousel serial monogamy and now are all used up and want to settle down with an Alpha they don’t deserve entitled princesses who are all special little snow flakes Women join free with the promise of have a silver platter of potential betas suitors ripe for the picking. The men go on the website, answer a few question including income and send in a picture of themselves to this matchmaker behind the scenes, the men pay for this privileged. The women in turn select their best suitor by laughing at seriously examining every aspect of said potential suitors. The chosen suitor then receives a phone call the following Monday and has a strict 7 minutes to impress the princess woman who has chosen him. Here’s the kicker, the men aren’t allowed to know anything about the woman who chose them nor how she looks like…… guaranteed the girl on the other line is a land whale.

Imagine if the reverse were true. We all know it would never take off and today’s women love to have their cake and eat it too. (Which is what has made them all land whales to start off with.

Land Whale wants more cake!

I don’t know about you but shit like this really grinds my gears. To quote Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect.” And this is exactly what this does to the beta chumps men who apply, it automatically assumes they are all criminals and it gives none of them an ounce of respect.

Part of it is our own fault, if we’d all stop drooling like a 2nd grader who’s seen his first set of boobs after finding his dad’s Playboy stache whenever we have a slight glimmer of hope that we’re going to get laid, if we were all suave as fuck, cool as a motherfucking cucumber, this shit would probably not happen. But instead there are probably tens of thousands of us that would gladly dish out however much Tawkify charges to have the honour the be trampled on and degraded.

“So Lost, tell me how you really feel.”

This is NOT who's on the other end when receiving a Tawkify phone call

if you want to learn more, there is nothing i can say here that hasn’t already been said elsewhere, so here are the links:

Here’s what you do — add a link to this post on your blog that looks like this:

Tawkify

Hell, you can just copy and paste that onto your blog. Even better, write your own post discombobulating Tawkify. The more articles explaining why Tawkify is a reeking sewer, the better. When your post is up, let me know and I’ll add a link to it here. It is time for the manosphere to unite for a good cause, the cause of making the comfortable uncomfortable. The cause of Fucking Their Shit Up. To victory!


And another one goes…

So i’m sitting here on the brink of going to bed and it’s been another night of listening to the herb next door pleading and catering to what i can only assume is his new girlfriend. From the sounds of it she’s an over entitled “goddess” that only deserves the best of it all, (In your dreams toots) yet this guy seems to be willing to give it to her.

Topics discussed:

  • How he wants to share his life with her.
  • Pleading her to give him a “chance”
  • He isn’t the man he used to be
  • She changed his world
  • And a whole bunch of other vomit inducing beta graveling
Now if you’ve been around the manosphere long enough… or even for 30 seconds, you know that this type of behavior is unacceptable and will only result in drying up her clam faster than you can say “foreplay”.
I’m usually not the type to actively help strangers with these types of issues (coming from a guy who has a fucking blog to help strangers on these types of issues… i know, it’s anonymous sort of so leave me the fuck alone ha!) in all seriousness now, i just have to do something. Not because i feel bad, but because its annoying the living shit out of me, i can’t stand the pissing and moaning of an emasculated man and i just want him to stop spending hours on the phone every night acting like a little bitch!
I may not be the best at all this, but i’m definitely head and shoulders above this guy.
I got to figure out how i’ll approach this…. stay tuned.

Of herbs and men

So last night I’m sitting in my camp room waiting for the football game to start (no this isn’t bible camp, I work camp jobs in remote location). The guy next door walks into his room talking on the phone with his girlfriend. If you’ve ever worked on a camp job, you know the walls are paper thin, regardless, I’ve been hearing this guy’s conversations for the past few days and they all have one common theme… the guy is a giant vagina, conversations littered with “no baby you know I’ll take care of you” “baby baby I’ll always be there for you” and the likes, I couldn’t help but get absolutely disgusted with his herb like behavior.

Now I can only assume that every night this woman unleashes a flurry of emotions at him and he tries to appease her in every wrong way possible. His inability to man up, grow a pair and treat her in the proper manner will, guaranteed, be the relationship’s demise.

Which brings me to my point, just because one may work away from home does not mean his game should come to a screeching halt. It’ll only make you appear desperate which will in return, as we all know, dry her up faster than you can blink. You have to mold your game in order to compensate for the distance, I often go my entire rotation without even a text to the girl except for when she needs to come pick me up at the airport for which she usually cannot wait.

The less said, the better off you are.